You Are My I Love You.

Here it is October. The changing of the seasons. It is also the month my daughter was born.  How did another year already fly by? How can that be? How did you stretch 3 more inches and grow a shoe size bigger since the last time the earth tilted in this direction? You are growing up and growing into the most lovely little person I could have ever imagined.

One of my immense joys is sharing books with you. Today, I am reminded of one of our favorites You Are My I Love You. The lines read, “I am your parent, you are my child. I am your quiet place; you are my wild. I am your audience; you are my clown. I am your London Bridge; you are my falling down. I am your way home; you are my new path. I am your dry towel; you are my wet bath. I am your favorite book; you are my new lines. I am your night-light; you are my starshine. I am your lullaby; you are my peekaboo. I am your good-night kiss; you are my I love you.”

I know it is cliché to say that 8 years ago the best thing happened in my life. But, it is true. The moment the doctor asked me what names I had chosen and then revealed to me that I had a baby girl, my life was forever changed. For the better. And these 8 years have been a gift to me beyond measure.

Happy 8^th Birthday to my Ruby Jane!

Summertime and the Livin' is Easy

Summertime is slowly fading.  And I'm not ready. Not ready to give up my carefree days. Not ready for a nearly 3rd grader.  But, alas, I must get back to routine. The traditional backpack and lunch box are waiting to be packed.  The morning rush is awaiting. There is cursive to be learned.  Multiplication facts to be memorized.

But for now, I will soak up these last few days of summer with lots of outside time and savor the shaved ice snow cones from the sno-shack.  I will hang on to the warmer evenings and longer days.  Because all too soon, they will be fading into cool fall nights.